Submitted anonymously under the pseudonym Peaches. “I am bigger than what you see. Don’t let my filthy innocence amuse you into too much comfort.”
‘Small problem,’ he said sounding weary. ‘What do you mean we have a problem?!’ I was on new unlocked levels of pisstivity. What could be the problem now? I thought I had solved things by being strapped. Wait maybe it didn’t fit, he had said ‘small problem’, what was small though?. I tried to be gentle when I asked ‘What, is it too big or too small?’ I know that no man will ever admit his appendage is lacking in form. But I was on a mission to get laid here. I needed to know how much faking and how many ‘oh baby you’re so bigs’ I need to mention to keep him going.
Sad, but sue me if you haven’t lied to get that sexual itch scratched. Maybe these where my ancestors cockblocking me, to concentrate on a relationship and building our love bubble rather than sex. But I don’t remember asking for their opinion. I had earned this moment and I wasn’t going to let some dead, bored spirits dictate how I was going to get blessed today. I was entering a ridiculous panic, FOMO for the D. Was I becoming dickmatised? and yet we had not even engaged in any act?. ‘Not today ,’ I muttered to myself and got off the table to try find other condoms for the occasion. I gracefully bent so he would see what he would miss out on if he kept playing games with my emotions. I was purposely making myself a sex object to tempt his pervasions. I was in control and I knew what I wanted. Him. In his dark chocolate brownie Oreo deliciousness. I hadn’t even gone far in my search when suddenly there was a loud smack and the wind moved so fast behind me. Had he just spanked me? My ass stung. He hit hard and it caught my attention.
Savage. I liked it! He pulled me back and whispered in my ear, ‘Who told you my problem was the size? My problem is, you can’t handle this!’ He lifted me and put me back on the table. I rolled my eyes so hard, he probably heard it I couldn’t understand what he meant. Handle what? Know your place. I was busy arguing with his seemingly cocky statement in my head I didn’t notice him get on his knees and begin to eat….me. And my breath rush out, exposing my shock. Had the script just flipped on me? All I could think of at this moment was peaches and cream…
